Luyện nghe bài hát Throwed Off Freestyle

[Gudda
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get to the moolah
Wrist wear and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' moolah, Gudda x 2, I
when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it and then I'm out
Yeah, you know I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her me like a lizard
I'm on Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck
You know the team, it's Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's f-ck
Wayne]
Married to the mob, you alive
My girl p-ssy like heaven to a God
And I came in this with my niggas
Kidnap the and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you
Blood bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go
your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a stick
you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we
We done too many movies
Then too many doobies
you out, then deuces
We know what truce is
That proof vest so useless
red like bruises
Shoot ya head them uzis
I swear, your honor, I a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, it at ya wig
over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We give a f-ck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me off
I break these bitches down, I these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the
Public apology, for the wait